Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

Maura's POV:

I was dragged back to home after dad left me all injured. He didn't even let me take a breather and asked me to follow him home. The blood had dried up on my body, and my wounds were aching.

I basically crawled behind him. And since it was too dark, Dad got the benefit, and nobody spotted me in that state. Even if they had, they wouldn't say a word. Nobody wanted to mess with my father, as he would make their lives hell.

"Go change and cook for me," dad said as soon as we entered the house.

I mustered all the strength I could to rush upstairs and shut my bedroom door.

"Ah!" I winced in pain when taking off my clothes and walking under the shower.

I knew only a shower could help calm my bruised body.

"I am sorry, Zane. But we cannot be together," I whispered under the shower, preparing myself to reject Zane's offer. I wasn't even allowed to be seen with him.

It wasn't that I hadn't thought of running away from my house. I just didn't know if I could trust Zane. If a father could treat his daughter like that, anybody could. How can I trust Zane when I can' t even trust my own father?

my head, I kept sobbing and standing under the water until I began to feel like I was being watched. It shouldn't have been so unsafe because I had

to my

when I spotted my father standing in my room and watching me with a nasty grin covering his lips. It was the

fuck are you doing here?" I yelled, sticking to the corner and

afraid. I'm just looking over my little daughter and admiring how beautiful she is now that she has grown up." He whispered,

hungry eyes. But that's what confused him, and I was able to kick him out of my bathroom. I locked the

even take care of your father's simplest desires?" He yelled from the other side.

He made a duplicate key to my room so he could come and go whenever he

like that." I was screaming and crying when I heard the door being slammed shut. I fathomed he had left the room after he didn't get

into my clothes and walked out

clothes. I knew for a fact he will be gone for drinking so I could leave without getting caught. And

sure he wasn't home. Once I was halfway downstairs, I heard some noises coming from the basement. A frown covered my forehead because I didn't recall ever going into the basement. I stood on the staircase when my father suddenly appeared out of the basement. I hid away from him while watching him lock the basement door and then

to satisfy my thirst. They cannot just live here and act like they own the place," he was talking to himself. I could tell he was pretty drunk,

making his way to the exit and finally leaving

for another few minutes before I dropped my bag and strolled in the direction of the basement door.

the basement?" I asked myself, steadily walking over to the storage room and grabbing an